Wars Kill People…Don’t They? 320 words To die for one’s country, Is a beautiful and fitting thing. They were words I once heard, But it’s not a song...
Home! 220 words I waited for him to come home, As he promised that he would. He’d gone to fight in the war, Not that it did anyone any good. War ends...
The Labour Planet – A Working Title - Part Seven - Updated - 879 words Whittaker and Georgia tried repeatedly to get the door open, but it was no use...